Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Costa Rica and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing James Chance & The Contortions to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Freddie Wadling,
Thee Headcoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Negative Approach,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tommy Roe,
ABBA,
James White and The Blacks,
Jawbox,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pylon,
Amazonics,
The Litter,
Joensuu 1685,
Tres Demented,
Quadrant,
Max Romeo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Accadde A,
Porter Ricks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Womack,
Von Mondo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moby Grape,
The Searchers,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Slits,
Ossler,
Cymande,
Jeff Mills,
Joyce Sims,
Circle Jerks,
John Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
Infiniti,
Patti Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crooked Eye,
Sound Behaviour,
Angry Samoans,
Barbara Tucker,
Minnie Riperton,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Byrd,
Funkadelic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-102,
Amon Düül,
Aswad,
Todd Rundgren,
Visage,
Boz Scaggs,
Pole,
Hot Snakes,
The Seeds,
Lyres,
This Heat,
The Smiths,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.